Prince!harry (Patreon)

This is different from the original prince harry but still a smutty little number! :) 

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Harry found little humor in his brother’s games. 

It was annoying -- they were sons of the king for Christ sake, to indulge in such childish behavior such as tripping him with full intent to have him fall in mud. Who did that help truly? Apart from a few pleasant moments of laughter on his end, it just left Harry muddied and angry enough to leave a red welt from punching his brother in the cheek. They’d called it a truce at that, however he was still filthy and pissed off, and in dire need of a bath. 

As angry as he was however, he certainly couldn’t say he had stored anymore hatred for his brother than he already had inside. No, not in the slightest, because his insolence meant that Harry would venture to the hot spring and with him he would bring a servant. One whom he’d like to accompany him to all things, truly, but he never much had an excuse to see her. Not that he needed an excuse -- he was a prince after all, and while not next for the throne, he certainly had some leeway and very few dared to question him (he was quite mean when he wanted to be). 

However, he does feel like he should have a reason for her at the very least. 

Her name was Y/N and she was his favorite. Beyond her meek mannered exterior lie a little spitfire and though she rarely shows this side to him, he’s seen it many times. If he catches her turning down another servant boy, one of the times he’s gone to the village and she’s come with him she’d thrown off a particularly handsy man that had tried touching her with a very spiteful slew of curses (to which she had later apologized for, tears staining her cheeks as she pleaded for his forgiveness, “You mustn’t apologize to me,” he had murmured, petting at her face with the pad of his thumb, “I would save your sorry’s to the poor bastard you embarrassed, because i have no qualms with what you’ve done.” The smile she had given him that night stays with him for many nights thereafter), and the last time he caught it was when the royal family of Norway came to visit, the princess had beckoned her for something and he’d heard the low, angry murmur of her annoyance when she hadn’t seen he was nearby. Again, her eyes had began to water but he only began to laugh, shaking his head and told her to hurry on. 

In a weird way, he wants her to like him. To think of him as something more than a prince who can do as he pleases. . .he’d like to sit down -- know her mind and body and keep it for himself, have her see him beyond the silks and finery as a person, who could please her and take care of her if she so chooses. It’s why he treats her as well as he does. . .why he spoils her with things he shouldn’t.  

So he calls for her to come with him despite the cold to the small, secluded hot spring on the far end of the castle, in a shrewd of trees reserved only for immediate royal family. The water that was actually warm was surrounded by large boulders, many of which he was able to lay against after washing away the thick mud that had caked onto his skin and in his hair. A few meters over there was a stream, water rushing past the rocks and pebbles where Y/N is huddled over after insisting she wash the mud from his garments (“if I don’t then they will stain, my Lord, I must do so now if this is okay”) but he watches her closely. Gaze following her movements and as soon as she laid the last piece of fabric against a rock to dry, he called for her. She looks up to him, hair pulled back in a tight bun apart from the few strands messily framing her face. When she stands so she may look at him directly as he speaks to her, he can just barely make out the dirtied grey dress she wore as the moonlight doesn’t cast down upon her past the trees like it does upon the pool, and she’d left the three lanterns she’d brought nearer to him so that he could navigate untroubled. 

“Come closer,” he orders and she does so, stepping around a particularly large boulder and closer to the light where he could see her more clearly. The poor thing looked so weary -- worn to the bone, and it makes his heart ache. He’d never truly had to work a day in his life so he feels much guilt relaxing in this hot spring while she was meant to just sit and exist near him. 

So he gestures to the water in which he’s shoulders deep, “Join me,” he suggests, amused by the way her face warps into one muddled with shock and confusion. . .borderline distraught, just at the thought of stripping her clothes and enjoying the royal hot spring! Recognizing the luxuries he encounters just from being born are both equally lovely and terrifying -- had he been unlucky, he could have been held in the womb of a carpenter's wife, and yet he’d been nurtured by the blood of a queen, “If you so choose.”

“My Lord, I --” she seems at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing around air as the words lodge in her throat -- a thick mass she works past, her head shaking minutely, “I’m not quite sure I understand.” 

“It’s simple, really,” he uses one arm, swiping outward and displacing the water, causing ripples to float out from him like orbitals, “You have worked hard today, cleaned my clothing, and appear weary -- I believe you should have a soak with me,” he then adds, “If you think this is a set up, then you’re mistaken; the others are only privy to this spring during the day and even so, if anyone were to come then who’s to question me?” She still looks nervous. . .unsure, and worried and oh so soft, his mouth waters, “If you do not wish to, then so be it, but please consider this: have I ever led you astray?” 

This seems to do it for her, because he hadn’t. Kept her sharp tongue a secret when it could have surely gotten her punished, let her have some of his food when they went on walks on the grounds around the west end garden (he brought fruits, breads, and sweets along with him, and always gave her them. . .he never had them for himself), and even had a new smock made for her when hers was becoming rattied and tattered. She had no reason to have any mistrust in him. 

He watches with delight as she begins to loosen the strands of her smock, the fabric beginning to slump loosely from her shoulders. When he’d first stumbled upon this beauty, she had been but a frail little thing -- starved and weak, but since he’d gotten his hands on her. . .feeding her the ripe fruits and thickening sweets, along with hurrying her along to the servant mess hall if he encountered her during a meal time doing up his room, she had softened. Where once there’d been jutting bones and thin skin, the flesh was fuller and cushioned. Where he once felt guilt for imagining biting on in fear of doing her actual harm, he now wanted to sink his teeth into, eyes never leaving her as she shyly covers her bosom with her forearm and her mound with her palm, hesitantly stepping into the hotspring.  

It’s almost as if he could visibly see the knots in her muscles leave her body, as the soothing warmth of the water soaks into her bones. She stops sinking further into the water up to her shoulder, pausing a large gap in between them and he lets a chuckle reverberate through him. “Pet,” he murmurs gently, waving his hand towards him, “Won’t you come closer to me?” 

“I don’t want to sully your area, my Lord,” she swallows thickly and he searches for any sign of discomfort on her face, and when he finds none, he believes this is a good sign, “I do not deserve to be in your immediate vicinity even, let alone share the same water with you, and I fear. . .I fear that if you look upon me too close, you may lose your favor towards me,” she speaks truthfully, eyes casting down to the moon’s reflection glimmering in the water, “I am not as lovely as the women who seek your hand.”

Harry walks over to her -- floating almost -- as he reaches his hands from the water, feeling droplets slip down his forearm and he cradles her face and makes her look up at him, “If I did not see you as lovely or even more so than the women who seek my hand, then I would not bother with trying to make you like me as I have been.” Her face skewers in confusion, brows dipping inward, and her lips parting, but no words come out. Harry takes this opportunity to gently trace her lower lip, tutting his tongue softly and shaking his head, “You are more beautiful than you know. . .I want to poke and prod into your mind; crack your body open and know you from the inside out. “ He feels his cock twitch some as he sees her chest rise and fall quicker than when originally started. Him being close seems to frazzle her to a certain degree, goosebumps pimpling her skin beneath his gaze, a shiver running down her body when he leans closer, “If you’d allow it, I’d love to take you right here, in this water -- pleasure you beyond reason. Would you like that?” 

Wordlessly, she nods, something like lust lurking beneath her eyes. Harry lets one hand slip from her face, down to her shoulder, sliding his fingers along her collarbone. He drags them down her front, dipping beneath the water as he cups the soft mound of her breast. A small gasps escapes her plushy mouth, his thumb still pressing down at her bottom lip, while his other rubs against her nipple pebbled hard from the cold. Leaning down, he catches the next gasp with his mouth, slipping his tongue against hers and tasting the sweetness of the berries he’d brought her to eat. A soft little moan leaves her and he drinks it down, tilting her head up so that he can kiss her deeper, letting his hands wander among her bare skin. She’s all smooth skin -- the only thing rough about her, he’s begun to realize, is the calloused fingertips from her day to day labors. Those same calloused fingers loop around his wrist when his fingers had grabbed roughly at her bum and for a moment he worries. Had he gone too quickly? Pushed too far?

He parts from her with a small intake of breath, recognizing something like guilt within her gaze, “What is wrong?” He questions softly, “What have I done?” 

“Nothing!” She rushes to say, shaking her head quickly, “You’ve done nothing my lord, it’s just,” her eyes begin to water, “I just don’t know how I’m meant to pleasure you properly. I’ve never done this with someone as high as your stature.” 

Harry bites down on his inner lip to hold in a chuckle, as he slips his hands beneath her thighs and lifts her easily encouraging her to wrap them around his waist. When she squeals he burrows his face into the curve of her throat, walking her over towards the boulder he’d been at originally. “I do not care,” he murmurs, “I wish to pleasure you, that alone will bring me the greatest satisfaction.” He presses her back against the flat edge of the boulder, biting down into her throat while he squeezes a hand between their bodies. First he feels the soft curl of her pubic hair, and he pets at it gently, so close to her cunt that he can feel her twitch in anticipation. This only urges him to slide his thumb down to the swollen bud beckoning his attention, rolling it beneath the pad and the water sloshes when her legs tighten around his waist. “Oh, what have I found?” He teases her, mouth fallen open, head lulling back, “It’s making your sweet little flower quiver. Should I continue?” 

She nods breathlessly and when he requests words, she goes on to say, “Please? Please, I have. . .I ever never felt like this before.” 

“No?” He questions, his other hand stroking up her torso to her throat, rubbing along the junction of her neck and shoulder, pushing so that she’ll press her bosom outward and her nipples rise above the water, “Haven’t you been pleasured before?” 

“I have but --” her pupils are blown from what he can tell in the flickering lantern light, “They do not make me feel like this.” 

“And how’s that?” He questions, slowly sliding his index finger into her dripping hole, walls fluttering around him as he rolls and lulls her engorged bump and she whimpers. Her eyes threaten to close but he hums, “Nuh uh, open your eyes, I wanna see you.” And when she does, he feels his cock throb in the water, “Answer the question.”

She racks her brain, squeezing around now two fingers that he uses to stretch her open, “It’s like. . .like tingles and sparkles and like -- like so good. Your Grace, you make me feel so nice and warm inside and I don’ -- I don’ know what to do.” 

Harry’s cock gives another twitch -- he feels harder than he’s ever felt in his life, stiff as a stone and if he’d not been beneath the water, he bets she would see the red, aching tip leaking sticky and slick with precum. Y/N’s other hand holds onto his wrist of the hand held at her chest, grip tight like she was afraid he’d slip away from her in the water. She’s close to her end, soaking his fingers, squeezing and pulsating around him, her hips subtly fucking down onto him, “There we go, there we go,” he murmurs, “God, you want it bad, don’t you? Tell me, when’s the last time you’ve been bed?”

“It was two nights ago,” she whimpered and Harry gasps lowly. 

“Two nights?” Harry echos with surprise in his voice, “Two nights, and you’re still this tight? Still this fucking desperate for it?” He picks the pace of his fingers, fucking her quicker and Y/N’s little murmury whimpers are turning into long, drawn out moans, “Well, that just won’t do now will it? After I’m done with you, you’re going to be so fulfilled. . .so satisfied and sore that you’ll be thinking of my cock at every moment, with every movement, with every thought.”

Harry can’t wait any longer; he’s so hard that he feels if he could burst from the seams. Like a brush of hair across the tip might send him to his orgasm. He slips his fingers from her before she could cum and her mouth opens around a whine but she’s shushed when she feels the engorged head bud at her hole, pushing in just so she envelopes the head before he moans. “F-fuck -- need’a do that again,” he murmurs, pulling out, ignoring her little grumble before he slips back into her tight little tunnel, “Oh, fuck,” he shakes his head, “You feel so good.” 

Repositioning them, he has his forearms beneath the inner of her knees, folding her legs closer to her body as he begins to piston his hips up into her frame. Harry’s unable to keep his noises to himself, guttural groans that make her throb rhythmically around him. It makes him grin, thrusting up into her while also allowing her to drop down onto his cock, her bum plopping against his balls, “You like my noises, baby? Like how I sound?” Harry questions her and she whimpers, thighs fighting to close as he strokes against her walls, each ridge and bump inside of her, soaking his shaft.  

“This little pussy is all mine now, okay?” One of his hands reaches out, palms flat to the smooth edges of the boulders, fucking into her harder, “Whenever you’re needy -- whenever you want to be full, you just let me know. No need to fuck any poor sap that couldn’t bother to make you feel good, because you’ll bring this pretty cunt to me and I’ll fuck you so hard and good that you feel empty without me filling you up.” 

He presses closer, telling her briskly to wrap her arms around his neck and when she does, she burrows her face into his throat and nods, “All yours,” she murmurs, “All yours, I promise.” 

“That’s a good girl,” he growls, fucking harder and quicker, nearing his orgasm as he feels it swell like a fire ballooning within his abdomen, “You feel so fucking good! G’na make me cum.” 

Y/N nods and from the way she’s squeezing him and moaning in his ear, he knows that she’s at her end too. Her fingernails pinch just a little into his shoulder blades as her orgasms zips through her body in a mess of muffled whines wet against his skin and the bite of pain is what ultimately makes him cum, the boiling in his abdomen tipping over the edge, slipping from her wet hole and letting his hot cum spurting out from the tip and into the water, though he presses up against her thigh so he reckons she feels it. 

Harry makes sure she’s still in a place where she can stand and be above water before he sets her down, giggling as her muscle jellied body slumps into him some, and he rubs up and down her back in such a manner he thinks she may start purring. “Listen,” he begins, voice gentle, careful not to startle her in such a docile moment, “I believe that I require someone at bedside for the entire night, and I request that it will be you.” 

She looks up to him, understanding his meaning behind this and he watches as a wide smile graces her mouth.